Hey, it's been a long time since I have written a chapter; well technically this is the first. But it's the sequel for Senior Year Will We Make It Together, so that means if you're new to reading this it would make more sense if you read the first story before this one first… Just a suggestion

Disclaimer: Teen Titans are not mine, nor well they ever be.. I only own a broken heart and an apple laptop: D

Dedication: To everyone who reviewed Senior Year this is for all of you

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New Faces New Mottos

The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the walls of the shared apartment, silently cursing I choose to ignore it at first thinking it to be just another girl scout selling cookies. It rang again, a damn persistent girl scout; grabbing a fluffy blue towel I draped it causally around my shoulders and left the indoor pool to the front door. The ringing continued each ring louder and louder each time as I approached the door.

"Coming, coming, god if that little girl expects money hell she's not going to get it!"

Grumbling I slid the door open, "How much for the bloody cookies?"

A rumbling chuckle was heard above me, "Cookies? Sorry babe only have flowers, but I can't sell these."

My face flushed an instant pink as my green eyes met his, "Oops my fault, you're Donna's date right?"

"The one and only." He paused while his green eyes glanced around in fake insecurity, "Well at least I think im the one and only."

It was my turn to chuckle, "Cute. Donna picks well, come on in carrot top."

He gave me a glare, "Look who's talking red." The glare soon faded to a boyish grin, "The childhood name has haunted me for years."

Giggling I stared at him in mock seriousness, "Oh poor darling, all the better to call you it! Carrot top!"

"Im Roy Harper, Donna's boyfriend." The redhead extended his hand I accepted it and gave him my billion-dollar smile, "Kori Anders, Childhood friend of Donna."

"So you're Kori? Donna never stops talking about you! So you're visiting from Gotham?"

"No. Actually I live here now."

His green eyes widened in curiosity, "Oh? How come?"

Sighing I looked the other way I still felt uncomfortable talking about it, "I got a job here."

Roy stared at me carefully knowing I was only telling a half-truth, "Oh, what are you working for?"

"IM Inc."

"The modeling agency?" He let out a low long whistle, giggling I looked him over, he was about 6'2 with ginger hair and olive eyes, he was well built with a boyish smile and he possessed a charismatic outlook, Donna sure knew how to pick them.

"Kori dear is someone here?" Donna walked out and I couldn't help but burst into laughter, walking casually into the living room she still wore her pajamas from the night before fresh photo prints in her hands, apparently she had completely forgotten about her date, "Oh shit, Roy I'm so sorry I was caught up with work and forgot about the time, and you know the deal, I'll run upstairs and get ready!"

As quickly as Donna had entered the room she had left it, I heard Roy sigh and I turned to face the carrot haired man.

"Does she do this a lot?" Shifting the blue towel around my body I turned to face him once again.

"Almost every week, sometimes I wonder if she loves me or her work better?" The flowers he held were going limp so I got up and grabbed an empty vase filling it with water from the kitchen I returned to place the red roses inside.

"Im sure she loves you Roy, Donna is a very dedicated woman you should have realized this a long time ago."

Giving me a sardonic laugh he wrinkled his nose, "Yeh it's been two years and I still think that woman works too much. But hell I love her endlessly."

"You're a very open man Mr. Harper." His olive eyes stared at me in confusion then widened when he realized that we had only just met yet here he was telling me things that you would only tell a friend.

"You're just a very easy woman to talk to red."

"Im glad." We shared a look of empathy as Donna came down the stairs, I let out a wolf whistle at her knee length black skirt and purple blouse a pearl necklace was adorned with matching earrings.

"Have fun sexy, and don't be too late or I'll call the cops." With a smack on Donna's ass and a wave goodbye to Roy I pranced up the stairs towards my room.

The sound of the door shutting and laughter found it's way back to me, with a sigh I opened the door to my room, Donna was right I needed a man to take my mind of my unhappiness, the process of moving on doesn't work if you're still thinking about the man you left behind.

My room was furnished in white and wood exactly like my room back home, it was large and rather elegant with a touch of funky with purple fur on the beanbag and the fuzzy rug. It was home to me now and I quite enjoyed it, Donna's apartment was large seeing as she had the penthouse suit, which included an indoor pool and garden not to mention five big screen plasmas.

The flight here had been forgettable, no one worth looking at and the in-flight movies had been a bore, so I had no other choice but to sleep. Donna was late to pick me up but she arrived never less looking beautiful and vibrant yet smart and restraint all at the same time. I had met my agency and the models; they were everything I expected, skinny, gorgeous, a little bitchy, but all around they weren't bad people. They had agreed to tour me around the city so I was meeting them for dinner then we would hit all the nightclubs. What other way was there to tour the town?

My cell rang, 'Chop Suey' by System Of A Down screamed from my pink flip phone; nowadays a darker form of music had become my muse, "Hello?"

"Kori! It's me Terry Markovich! The gorgeous blonde model!"

Laughing at the enthusiasm of my new blonde friend I quickly responded, "What's up? Are we still on for today?"

Silence reined our phone conversation obviously Terra was in deep thought, "Yeh definitely that is why I called actually!" She nervously giggled, "My boyfriend is visiting from overseas and I was wondering if you would mind if the both of us came to pick you up?"

Sighing I rubbed my temples, that was why she was worried, how strange, "Of course I don't mind, I would love to meet him."

"Great! See you!"

Terra animatedly ended the call, deciding it was time I get my lazy ass up and pick something to wear I then began the tedious job of getting myself looking at least half decent.

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The breeze was cooling on my face as I sat on the apartment's front steps, Terra was fifteen minutes late and I was beginning to worry, did I get the time wrong or did she get in an accident? Shaking my head in self-fury I began to rant, when had I begun becoming so insecure? This was not the brilliant Korina Anders who didn't care about anything about herself, did this drama really change me? God was I becoming soft? Fidgeting with my black silk skirt I took time to examine myself in my compact, my green eyes seemed dull amongst the black lines from my eyeliner and waterproof mascara the life had left the intense green a while ago, my lips were colored a light pink and my hair was set in loose curls down my back. A jade tunic like shirt was adorned to match my cute black skirt and pumps; at least one thing remained the same the constant need to look absolutely perfect, hell I was still as shallow as before.

A light flashed making me look up from my mirror and towards the blue sports car that had just reached the apartment's gates. Jumping from my seat on the stairs I abandoned the marble-resting place and made my way towards the little car. Two figures waited patiently for me to arrive, one stuck their head out of the window her blonde hair glistened in the pale moonlight and her baby blue eyes vibrated with life.

"Kori! Kori! Come on everyone is already waiting for us!"

Plastering an all too happy smile I raced into the car and delicately shut the door, "Going to introduce me to you're lucky man?"

"Oh! I forgot! You know me, Kori this is Matt, Matt this is Kori."

A small gasp escaped my lips, the name, Matt, did she mean the same Matt that I knew, the side love interest I had in Gotham, it couldn't be.

" Hey Kor, how have you been?" A guilty expression crossed his features but it was soon replaced with a slight smile it almost seemed apologetic.

"Alright, and yourself?" I returned the smile but mine seemed to say that he had explaining to do no matter how clear it already seemed to me, I obviously had been just another girl that he fucked during a tour, everything was a lie, and he was exactly like Richard. To think about it I wasn't much better, always picking Richard over him, god it amazed me how superficial we all really were.

Terra had been silent this whole time letting the fact that we somehow already knew each sink in, "You guys have met?"

A glance of silent agreement was made between the two of us, "Just acquaintances, met back in Gotham when the band toured."

He nodded his head in false reassurance to my statement, "She just asked me and my band to play for her Homecoming after party."

The bubbly blonde's toothy grin reappeared now free from worry, she seemed positive that there was no romantic involvement and that Matt was simply hers. Funny how guys get you thinking like that, then the next thing you know you find a closet full of girlfriends and fuck buddies, to think about it was it only me that ran into guys like this or were the guy's nowadays getting more and more reassured that every girl would love them despite their closets?

The little blue Maserati started up and we began the drive towards the restaurant; I was silent throughout the car ride only half listening to Terra and Matt talk about his tour to Gotham and half lost in my thoughts. We arrived at the place after about fifteen minutes, I took my time to absorb the surroundings; the restaurant lay on the beach, it contained a lot for parking at the front and the restaurant was built upon the glimmering white sand of the beach, which seemed to cast a peaceful glow to the atmosphere.

"Paradise Cove! The macaroni and cheese is the best here!" The blond girl jumped around in excitement and I calmly followed her and the bored looking Matt to the table where the rest of the models from my agency sat.

They waved and smiled saying how nice it was for me to join them and how much I would grow to love this place, being polite I agreed saying I was loving all of it already. Orders were placed and conversation about the latest photo shoot began, I didn't join in, instead I just sat there fiddling with my macaroni and looking at my new so-called friends.

At my right sat Jerry Hollister, everything about her screamed rebellion all the way from her shocking bubble gum pink hair to her mauve eyes and down to her black and pink stripper socks; she was 5'8 the minimum modeling height with a petite and more delicately built body. Obviously she was the life of the party, she was loud and quirky yet I could read her like a book, she held secrets and hate under the chirpy outlook. Get on her wrong side and she would be sure to publicly humiliate you in fifty different countries and still be able to keep a good girl reputation.

Beside Jerry sat Grace, Grace was just Grace, no one knew her last name or any background information and it seemed she wanted to keep it that way. It suited me just fine, the less I knew about her the less she wanted to know about me. Her raggedly cut short scarlet hair and intense violet eyes gave her a tomboyish and bad girl outlook, being seven feet tall and athletically toned did not help the aggressive demeanor. Don't get me wrong she was gorgeous, every inch of her impossibly tall self was eye-catching and beneath the layers of her scowl she seemed to bear a kind heart.

On the other side of the table next to Terra was Jenny-Lynn Hayden, otherwise known as the eccentric Jade. My first impression of her was a warm one; I was filled with feeling that she was the most genuine out of this group of femme fatales. Her black locks were polished with dark green highlights and her bangs fell cutely above her spring green eyes. Jenny seemed to take the role of leadership amongst the model's and everyone seemed content with that, she was generous and charming but held a dangerous edge like the rest of them. Marshall arts twice a week did not seem as only a solution to self-defense but instead a ventilation of anger that a sweet person must take out, I mean where else could it all go?

Dinner went by like a blur, for bits and pieces of their conversation I ended up sharing my thoughts but the rest gained nothing but a response of silence from my lips. The local pub was the next place we hit; the trip was another fifteen-minute drive and we reached the dimly lit pub in record time.

"Kori, are you all right? You have been doing nothing but spacing out on us, are we that boring?"

I looked into Jade's spring eyes and gave her a soft smile, "Fine. Just a little out of it."

"Are you missing Gotham?"

"No, not Gotham in particular… Just the people."

She offered me her hand and I accepted it; together we walked into the club and ordered a round of vodka/red bulls.

Staring at the pub I took a full out swig of my drink and memories began to flood back, this was where it had all started. The night were my life went spiraling out of control, the last night of summer where Richard and I grinded amongst the other people on the dance floor. The night where summer had ended and senior year had began, the night that marked the beginning of my not so happy ending. The night that had actually led me to this night, here in L.A at a pub sitting amongst gorgeous women and their own problems.

And the thought of it made me want to fucking puke.

Why did everything have to remind me of him?

I go out to forget him, waste him away in alcohol and what does the alcohol do? Remind me of him, remind me of the last time I was truly happy with him.

I was so far away from him yet he was so close to me, haunting my mind.

"He's probably fucking someone else." I looked up at Terra, shock written neatly along my breathtaking features.

"Pardon me?"

"Richard. I know about you're whole dilemma with him. Come on Kori, everyone knows what happened between you Richard and Barbara it was the juiciest gossip. But you have to move on, he probably doesn't even remember you're name by now."

Giving me a smug smirk she walked off towards the dance floor, and I couldn't help but ponder, did she say those things as a sort of kindness or did she say them just to shove the fact that she was happy and I wasn't up my face.

I made up my mind that night.

Here in L.A I was going to trust no one.

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It's a short first chapter, but I wanted to post it without further procrastination, I currently have two other stories in the making, one is for Naruto and the other is Teen Titans, so updates may not be so frequent, but if you give me wonderful reviews they may be quicker :D